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I have been out of the habit of writing, and have only taken to the page/screen when my emotions are too difficult to handle. I should write more often instead of waiting until the bubble is about to burst on my brain. Though I should eliminate the word “should” from my vocabulary all together. Let’s try this again. I should It would be better for my sanity to write more often.

A friend of mine who has been reading my blog sent me a message that said “Sometimes I think you should just come home”. I know that it most likely wasn’t his intention, but It made me think that maybe I come off as completely miserable here in London with my husband. So let me be clear, I’m only miserable inside my own skin. That makes it harder to bear sometimes because I “should” (ugh, that horrible word) be happy. I “shouldn’t” be depressed because people are envious of the life and things I have. On top of feeling depressed, I feel guilty for not being able to just “get over it”. I see the good and wish that I could turn off my depression by simply appreciating the things that I have. But it goes much deeper into the depths of my brain, and I feel like I’m trapped in it.

It also makes me afraid to talk to anyone about struggles I have being married. It’s harder than I thought it would be, and sometimes I get so frustrated with living with another person. I don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people to think I made the wrong choice by uprooting my entire life to move here. I don’t want people to think that I don’t love my husband. That has never been a question in my heart, I wouldn’t have chosen to be here otherwise. Sometimes, however, it frustrates me when I can’t communicate effectively how I’m feeling. I take it out on him, and that sucks the most. He’s the person I lean on the most, and when I’m pissed off at him, who am I supposed to talk to? I’ve shut out everyone else and I don’t have any safe coping mechanisms since I gave up smoking. Last night when I couldn’t cope, I shut myself down and went to bed. I fell asleep craving the comfort of nicotine instead of dealing with the issues that were making me so upset.

Does this mean that I should just pack it in and come home? Should I seek out a geographical solution to a problem that clearly isn’t? No, that is clearly not the answer. My reply to him was “What does home mean anyway?” I wish I could find that feeling inside my own skin. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt that way, no matter where I’ve lived.

But see this? This is why I can’t write. My brain goes everywhere but in a straight line. I don’t even know what the point is even trying to navigate or make sense of it.